Mistress and Maid Songtext

von Paul McCartney

She said come in my dear,
You're looking tired to night.
Your bath is drawn, let me loosen your tie
And fix you your usual drink.

He settles back, takes a magazine,
Kicks off his shoes, as he studies the form
Of every appealing soubrette.
Burt where are the flowers that he used to bring?
Every endearing remard
Reminds her of passionate promises,
That he only made in the dark.

In her bed, she wants to shout at the back of his head
Look at me, look at me, look at me I'm afraid.
See what it's come to,
I'm just your mistress and maid.

The wine is warm but the dinner is cold.
The look in his eye tells her it won't be long
'Till the girls on the page come to life.
And they'll get the flowers that he used to bring
With every endearing remark,
And all of the passionate promises
He'll never fulfill in the dark.

In their bed, she wants to shout at the back of his head
Look at me, look at me, look at me I'm afraid.
See what it's come to,
I'm not your mistress and maid.

See what it's come to,
I'm not your mistress and maid.